Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
A brilliant golden cloud flashes down to earth from times past. Made of fire and light it descends gently to earth like a huge bird and settles down.
The glorious beings descend from the chariot of fire. The riders of the cloud appear as ethereal as the clouds. They are just thought viruses. Memes as we understand them today.
The wondrous beings come as helpers of humanity stranded mid way to their potential destiny; to guide their faltering steps along the path of evolution as the benign sovereign and benefactor of the cosmos.
The good karma of long dead fructify.
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Thanks & Shalom, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.